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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

It Will Get Lighter

"Put a blanket."

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

13, H, grate

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

December 2025

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in a post. I want to be remembered

this will be about a slug

wait what is that

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

hiding from the rain